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Part 2 "Something Stupid"

*

They left the building in the middle of the night, parting
toward their respective apartments. Like a year ago, Jim
made Len promise another meeting the next evening. Like in
the past, Len kept his promise, and they met every night
from there on. And if there was slight reluctance on Len's
part once in a while, Jim Kirk graciously overlooked it.

Like in the past, there was little they spoke about, as
Len avoided the topics of family and research, and Jim
didn't really care to talk about Jamie, Gary, or his
career. Instead, they spent their time fully with sex -
exploring their possibilities to the fullest. Len
definitely had a hand for long, slowly built orgasms,
while Jim knew a few things about creative lovemaking; a
combination that led to some of the most sensual days in
Jim's life.

*

It was yet another déjà vu, Jim thought as he sat on the
Ocean Beach the next evening, waiting for Len. Relaxed, he
looked over the sea and let his memories travel back to
their first meeting. Lots of things had changed for them
both, but here they were again, reunited. There was just
something special about Len that attracted him, although
he couldn't really put a finger on what it was.

Well, he wasn't really in the mood for introspection,
anyway. Determined, he stood up and walked over the smooth
sand. The beach lay relatively quiet, now that the dawn
had broken. Only sparse couples were distributed along the
outer edges and in hidden corners. He smirked - they were
probably here for just the same reason as Len and he were.

In a sudden rush of cheerful childishness, Jim began
walking backwards, varying in style - feet pointed in like
being knock-kneed, feet pointed out like a duck... He
couldn't help laughing about his weirdness and finished
the line of footprints with a big jump away from it.
Should others wonder what a nutcase had walked here, he
thought as he ran back to his initial position near the
stairways up to the promenade.

Although it was time, there was no one to see. The beach
was empty all around him now, only the sound of the waves
splashing against the shore filling the air. Slowly he
went to the other side of the beach - maybe Len had
misunderstood him and was standing on the next promenade,
but his lover wasn't there either. Jim walked back
stiffly, his playful mood diminishing, and his concerns
growing with every gnashing step. Had he done or said
anything wrong last night? No. Not as far as he knew, at
least.

When he reached the foot of the promenade, he was about to
give up his waiting when he spotted a small, dark figure
high above him. Could it be...?

"Len?" he shouted upwards, and waved. "Is it you?"

There was just enough movement in the figure to count as
affirmation, and so he swiftly moved up the stairs,
catching his breath before he stepped onto Len's actual
level. Cautiously drawing near he tried to read the other
one's mood in the near dark, but without much result.

"You're late. And I almost didn't see you."

"This isn't really my favorite place for a date," Len
said, staring down at the beach.

"Uh." Jim leaned against the balustrade next to him. "I
thought it would remind you of our first night."

"It surely does that," Len said tonelessly. Turning
around, he met Jim's gaze. "Let's go somewhere else,
please."

"Sorry, Len - didn't mean to pull you down," Jim said.
"It's about...her?"

Len's lips pressed together.

"Forget it," Jim said hastily, and took the other man's
hand. "Let's go to the new Daffishop. I heard they have -"

"Jim."

Silence fell between them for a moment; then Len sighed.
"It was our last vacation. I mean Joy's and mine. And it
was our vacation, too - yours and mine. I can't just drop
the bad parts of it and remember only the beach, okay?"

"Understood," Jim stated firmly.

"Daffishop, you said?" Len pulled him near. "I've heard
they have nice restrooms..."

"Where do you hear things like that?" Jim said, shocked.
"You're developing a dirty mind."

"You're a bad influence...and it was actually Deidre
pointing that out...for obvious reasons..."

"Hm-hm," Jim mumbled between kisses. "You're fucking other
people?"

"Would you mind?" Len drew slightly back.

"Uh, yes, I think I would. What about me?"

Len kissed him before asking back, "You?"

"You mind me fucking others?"

"No."

"Not one little bit jealous?"

Len shook his head. "Jealousy is a nasty bitch. Besides,
would it change you?"

"No," Jim admitted.

"Thanks for your frankness," Len said earnestly.

"Daffishop now?" Jim mumbled, increasingly uncomfortable
with the turn the conversation had taken.

"If you think we're gonna make it there..." Len sneaked a
warm hand beneath Jim's t-shirt and ran it down his chest.

As it turned out, they didn't come farther than Len's
rented ground car that was parked in a shady corner near
the road.

*

Only two days left until he would leave Earth, and Jim
decided that these last evenings should be even better
than their other meetings. In anticipation, he raided his
bathroom and packed his bag with all the stuff he would
need. It had taken him some days to get the final tool,
and another day to get used to handling it, but now he
felt prepared for any eventuality. Half an hour later, he
cheerfully rang at Len's apartment until the chime died
with a tortured sound. Almost logically, his lover opened
the door with a deep frown.

"Do you have ants in your pants, Jim?" he growled. "My
ears are still ringing."

Jim wordlessly pulled him close and kissed him. He kept
Len in this lock while maneuvering him into the bedroom. A
part of him just loved the dichotomy of having an older
man in his arms and still being the more dominant one - it
had only been this way with Len.

Len, who just melted when he pushed the right buttons.
Len, who gave all of himself, sharing his feelings freely
and openly. Len, who nevertheless was definitely a man,
not the sort to carry all his past burdens into their bed,
wheedle for emotional feedback all the time, or throw a
fit should Jim fall asleep right after an orgasm. Clichés,
but often so true.

"What's up?" Len asked, eyes half-closed in visible
arousal. They were lying on the bed already, and Jim had
managed to strip them both, tossing the clothes away
carelessly.

"You're up, I hope," Jim teased and pressed his knee
between Len's legs. "We're going to party tonight. Just
you and me."

"Any special reason?" Len murmured. His hands busily
roamed over Jim's chest down to his ass.

"We've had sex for the last eight days, and there is
something I never did to you."

"Can't imagine...there's something we haven't done?"

"Let me see," Jim whispered, then licked one flat nipple.
"We made sex on the floor, the couch, the shower..."

"Don't remind me," Len said with a moan, as his other
nipple was sucked.

"You fucked me and I fucked you and up and down and front
and back and on all fours..."

Their breathing accelerated in unison as the memories came
back and so, for a while, they just remained kissing,
slowly and intensely. Finally Jim pulled back.

"I've got something for you," he said. He jumped out of
bed and went to the bag he had dropped right next to the
door. "I'm back in a minute," he said, and disappeared.

When he came back with the tray on which he had arranged
the necessary accessories, Len gave him a curious gaze.
"Uh-oh. I wonder..."

Placing down the tray next to him, Jim sat down on the
bed.

"Shaving utensils?" Len said after a short survey.

Jim nodded. "Classic soap," he said and pointed at the
foamed cream. "A shaving brush, especially soft."

"And a knife...?"

Jim took hold of a long, slim utensil and opened it. The
old-fashioned razor blade gleamed dangerously in his
hands. "I love shaving," Jim said with a wide grin.

"Who would've thunk," Len replied, gazing pointedly at the
lieutenant's smooth body. "But I don't see the point why I
-"

"Because I love shaving and I love having a shaved man in
my bed." Jim pressed the doctor's chest back onto the
mattress. "Relax, man."

"While you're holding a knife in your hand with which you
could slice me into edible parts?" his companion muttered,
visibly unconvinced.

"It's a matter of trust, Len."

"Exactly!"

Jim grabbed the shaving brush and distributed the cream
generously over Len's groin, putting the doctor's mumbling
to a natural stop. Knowing how delightful the soft brushes
could feel, he pursued the painting much longer than
necessary. Soon his victim was moaning in arousal, the
penis bobbing in the first stages of an erection.

"Hmmm....and the fun's just beginning," Jim murmured, as
he finally put the brush aside and took the old-fashioned
razor. The cool metal smoothly cut a first stripe of hair
between Len's groin and his left thigh. Overly aware of
what was shaving him, his lover markedly tensed for the
first few strokes, but then relaxed on the cushions.

Line-after-line, the dark hair vanished, leaving a pink
area behind. In the end, all that was left was the hair
around and on the softened penis, and so Jim took the
glans into his left hand and stretched the shaft. Len
raised his head, looking at him wide-eyed. "You want to
shave there?"

"Of course," Jim said with a big grin, and placed the
razor at the groin. "Hold still, or you're called Leonora
from tomorrow on."

Len swallowed hard and screwed his eyes shut.

The few hairs on the penis were no problem, but the ones
on the soft sac were a true challenge, and so Jim took
hold of it after a minute, pulling the wrinkles into an
expanded state. Len sharply inhaled and held his breath,
which made Jim smile. He loved to tease him - Len could be
a beautiful victim.

When Jim was finished, every part of Len's groin was
smoothly shaven. Placing brush, razor and water aside, Jim
took the towel and began rubbing the slightly irritated
skin, cleaning the last hairs away. Stroking the soft
fabric around the doctor's penis, he began moving up and
down.

"What'cha doin' -" Len rasped, intelligible words dying as
Jim elicited a heartfelt moan from him.

"Time for a reward." Jim bent his head down and licked
along the shaft, his hands firmly fixing around the base.
His tongue danced over the skin, tasting some reminders of
the shaving cream, while his left hand worked itself
deeper between his lover's spread legs, searching for the
entry point.

His middle finger cautiously entered the other one's body,
causing a marked increase in Len's breathtaking. And as he
sucked the whole member in, his lover bucked up.

"You're great," Len mumbled through clenched teeth,
balling hands as his tension increased.

Merciless pursuing his arousing actions, Jim brought him
straight towards orgasm. With a sob Len arched up and shot
his load into Jim's mouth. His hands beat the mattress
several times in spasms before his body relaxed again.

"Lord and all saints," Len murmured when he found words
again. "What a ride!"

"Will you complain about shaving again?"

Blue eyes blinked at him. "Did I ever?"

Jim moved upwards and lay down beside Len, positioning his
arm under his lover's neck. "Yes, you did."

"Hmmm, can't remember." Len reached around and pulled him
close, kissing him intensively. Their mouth opened to each
other as they shared the taste of cum that still lay on
Jim's tongue.

"Now you," Len whispered, and got hold on Jim's blooming
erection. Stroking it softly, he aimed for a very long
road to orgasm.

"You know you're a damn cock teaser?" Jim murmured.

"Yes," Len agreed. "Any complains about that?"

"Not really." He closed his eyes, shutting out the visual
world to completely focus on the physical stimulation.

Experienced fingers traveled up and down Jim's erection,
massaging just the right spots. Lips centered on one nub,
sucking it until it was hard; then a tongue bathed it over
and over, licking it rhythmically. The stimulation seemed
to shortcut right into Jim's groin, adding to the overall,
almost unbearable arousal. With a heartfelt moan, he
twitched on the bed.

"God, Len, can't you go a little bit faster?"

"You're sure, Jim?" Len whispered, not for a second
increasing his speed or tightening his grip. "It'd be over
much too fast, don't you think?"

"We can go for a second round any time," Jim pleaded,
bucking into Len's hand, which unexpectedly brought his
premature release.

And so, they did exactly that.


He hadn't felt that good for years, Jim reflected sleepily
two orgasms, a shower and a snack later, as he snuggled
into the warmth of the man beside him. For all their
differences in personality, he found Len's nearness damn
relaxing. There was so little need for proving
anything...it was so easy, all so easy...and this warm
feeling inside of him... was he falling in love...? Maybe
he was already even a step further...loving. Strange that
it should be with a man. How would it sound to say 'I love
you' to a man...? 'I love you, darling.' Nay. 'Love you,
Len.' Better. "Love you, Len," he repeated, tasting the
sound.

It took Jim a moment to register that the man in his arms
froze and pulled away. He opened his eyes, realizing only
now that he had spoken aloud.

"Len?" he asked into the dark room. "Hey!" When no answer
was forthcoming, he bent over to the nightstand and
switched on the light.

Len stood at the bar with his back to the bed. His hands
clenched around the bar's edge, the sinews along the arms
up to the shoulders strained and pronounced.

"What's the matter?" Jim asked irritated, rubbing his eyes
to clear his mind. "Did I say anything wrong?"

Len spun around. "You can honestly ask me?"

"I'm sorry, Len. I didn't mean -"

"Shut up!" Len's right arm rushed sideward, pushing a few
bottles over the edge. They rolled along the floor,
unbreakable. "How dare you! Don't you think I've heard
that lie enough for a lifetime?"

Jim rubbed his forehead hard. "Lie? Len, I am tired and I
don't know what I'm saying -"

"You know damn well! And I bet you're telling that to all
of your affairs, fluttering your eyelashes and charming
them into oblivion."

This accusation finally woke up Jim. "So you're suddenly
jealous?" he snarled, and pulled himself into stand.
"Didn't you tell me that you don't care about what I'm
doing with others?"

"I don't care, as long as you don't tell me lies!"

"Heck, Len, sometimes people just *fall in love*. What's
so wro -"

Len balled his hands to fists. "Stop it! I won't hear it.
I don't know who you want deceive, me or yourself, but I
won't let anyone play with my feelings again." He reached
out and grabbed Kirk's clothes from the floor to throw
them at him. "Get your ass out of here."

Jim caught the shirt while the pants slipped out of his
fingers, forming a little heap at his feet. "So I don't
have any true feelings? Well, I guess I don't. I'm just
sleeping around with everyone anyway."

"Don't you?"

"You didn't complain the last time," Jim hissed.

Len straightened his back. "The last time I was desperate.
I'm not that desperate anymore," he said, his blue eyes
blazing.

Jim swallowed hard as the insult hit home. "Great. I'll
leave you to your superior morals, mister *ex*husband."

"At least I tried. You don't know one little bit about
commitment, Jim."

"Oh, all I know about it I learned from folks like you,
the married type who cheats on their spouses the minute
they look away. But why am I still talking to you..." Jim
hastily put on his shirt and pants and finally slipped
into his shoes. When he stood at the door, he half-turned
his head. "Sayonara," he said icily, and jammed the door
in his wake.

*

The USS Farragut departed two days later, and Jamie was
standing at the visitor's bay when he beamed over. She had
come back from her excursion a day earlier, and so he had
spent the last night with her in a deep feeling of
unreality, unable to end their relationship at this point.
But with the upcoming long separation by his mission, it
would happen anyway and less painfully.

He firmly told himself it didn't matter. But he couldn't
help feeling lonely for the first time in many years, as
he made his way to the bridge. Sitting down next to
Mitchell, he concentrated on his helm console, absorbing
every detail.

"Hey, Jim," Gary whispered. "Haven't seen you for a
while."

"I was busy," Kirk whispered back.

"With your doc?"

"What doc?"

Their eyes met, and Gary understood.

"He wasn't your type anyway."

"No," Kirk agreed, and looked up at the screen.

Fortunately, his duties kept him busy throughout his
shift, and so he was definitely tired when he stepped into
his cabin afterwards, almost overlooking the small
blinking at his console. With a yawn he sat down at the
edge of the table and turned around the screen. The first
message was by Jamie, and he scanned it quickly. The other
message was in plain text and short.


Jim,

I had some time to think about our last meeting.

You remember that I told you I feel ambivalent about you?
I thought it was gone, but that night it suddenly was all
back. You're not just someone - you're the catalyst who
has made the problems fly in our faces the last summer.
It's not your fault. Maybe I should even be thankful for
it, but it's not that easy. When I see you, I think of
her. You're somehow mingled in my memories. And to hear
those words just has made it all the worse.

I'm not good at writing such things. Just let me wish you
good luck with your new assignment. And find someone
better suited for you. I'm not your type, as your friend
correctly kept noting.

I'm sorry.

Len


So that was it, Kirk thought, staring at the message. It
didn't matter that he had told himself that Len's behavior
that night was unforgivable - the man was quite
unforgettable, too. To think that he would never meet him
again evoked a small knot in his chest.

"Damn," he murmured.

How many couples had he shaken up by his actions? At that
time, his rational had been that it was everybody's free
will, and that his lovers were cheating on their partners,
not he. Maybe this had been a bit...shortsighted.

He sighed and briefly rubbed his face before he looked at
the console again to give the appropriate voice commands
for deleting the message. He had other problems for now.
When and if he came back to Earth, he could rack his brain
over Len McCoy then...

*****





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